exsiliumlogs | Just keep spinning, just keep spinning--

Date & Time: February 6th-ish [Backdated for great justice]
Location: The Hold Gym/Work-out-atorium
Characters: Blaine Thorps + ERRYBODEH
Summary: He's practicing with his staff. Come bug and distract him.
Warnings: Eh, Blaine potentially flirting? Nah, I got nothin'.

The first few days after the last mission had been the worst. The information he got from his older self was kind of shocking, but he really didn't know where the dark cloud that had loomed over him for days had come from. No matter how hard he tried to sweat it out he couldn't get the events off his mind. Now the unintentional sequestering was over.

Blaine felt a little bit lighter and he could push aside the somewhat foreign thoughts and memories and get outside. Well, outside of his room anyway. He found a spot along the edge of the floor to himself and pulled out the flashlight sized rod out of his pocket. He twisted it and pushed a button and it extended out to its full size, a little shorter than his 6'2" height. He spun it once or twice before he went slowly through a practice form by himself to warm up. Once done, he looked around and spotted someone who looked like they might want a partner.

He gave a half smile, "You wanna spar?"

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Blaine just smiled, enjoying the way the adrenaline was starting to pump. He liked a good fight, but his favorite fights usually involved a lot less clothes. Or guns. Hand-to-hand wasn't his usual... in this way.

"Oh? Sure it's not because you don't want to mess up that perfectly coiffed hair?" His own was in a pony tail and out of his eyes, or else the hypocrisy of that statement would have been super obvious. Blaine lifted his gloves up, protecting his face and began to move. He was light on his feet, but he wasn't and would never be a boxer.

Harvey grins. "Hey, I wasn't just born with perfect hair. I've got to protect my assets."

Harvey was nothing if not bold, so he goes for the first punch, one, two, three in quick succession. He's interested to see if Blaine can block those. He's going pretty easy on him, cocky and sure he doesn't have to try that hard. After each punch, he makes sure to guard his face with the other hand.

A snort was the response to that as they geared up to begin. Blaine wanted to grab one of those casual punches and twist Harvey's arm, but for one, that wasn't boxing, and two, the gloves wouldn't let him grab anything. A true shame. So he had to settle for blocking what came at him.

They weren't bad hits and he knew the other man wasn't lying about the years of boxing, but Blaine could hardly just let Harvey sit on his laurels. He returned that combo, one, two, and three was aimed right as his side.

He's surprised by how light on his feet Blaine is. Harvey blocks the punches and backs off a little, wanting Blaine to throw the next punches to see how intense he was going to be.

But that also gives Harvey time to run off his mouth. "Are you trying to tickle me or fight me?"

Blaine liked to run, and you didn't see runners lumbering around for a reason. While he liked to look good, the muscle he built up was for a reason.

That question got a fierce grin out of the blonde. He took that opportunity, ducking in with two quick hits towards his face before he attempted to jump right back out. "I'll be glad to tickle you Specter, after I kick your ass."

The first punch grazes him before he can get his hands up to defend his face. He shakes his head a little, letting the other man duck out after the hit.

"Really? That's your comeback? Almost as weak as your punches."

Harvey does a four punch combination, the last punch an uppercut aimed for his face.

He barely ducked the last uppercut while blocking the others. This was about the time him not being a boxer was going to start hurting. He waggled his eyebrows. "Oh, it was more of an offer, pretty boy."

He stuck with a one, two punch, going for Harvey's side again and making sure to keep his gloves up.

Oh, so he was being hit on? He laughs.

"Why does everyone keep calling me 'pretty boy?' I mean, I knew I was pretty, but I didn't know that was suddenly my nickname."

Harvey blocks the hits. He should probably tell Blaine he wasn't interested, but he was having fun, and he didn't want to disrupt their fight. He punches at Blaine quicker and harder this time, aiming for his sides.

Blaine was pretty amicable about his flirting being rejected, especially by men. Unfortunately, not enough were equal opportunity. "Can't help if it fits."

He said it just quick enough to get it out before one got in on his side and he grunted. Yeah, witty banter had to stop so he could concentrate. He had to keep his legs down because you weren't really supposed to block with your legs much less kick with them, and the more serious he got the stronger the urge was.

Even after the hit he went in quick, for a quick four combo aimed at the face and sides.

Harvey isn't that quick, and so he takes a hit before he's able to protect himself. He backs off a little for a few seconds, getting his bearings, before he goes back in for the attack, keeping his punches as fast and as hard as before.

Blaine has to just block for a while, taking hits and protecting his face and sides the best he can while he tries to move back and give himself room. He's got the longer reach and he wants to give himself the space to use it. He thinks he sees an opening, however brief, and goes for it with an uppercut.

He makes contact with Harvey's face, and Harvey's actually a little stunned. He had been a little sloppy trying to protect himself while attacking Blaine. He backs off a little.

"Good hit."

It sounds like he actually means the compliment.

Edited (html oops x_x) 2013-02-13 02:52 (UTC)

There was a quick flash of a smile. "Thanks. Need a break? Am I working you too hard?" He's teasing, but his hands don't lower as he stands ready, waiting for Harvey to come back in.

He's trying hard to keep from just popping Harvey in the stomach and sending him to the ground with his leg because that's how he normally fights.

Just keep spinning, just keep spinning--

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